The Creamed Pie Of Maserati

The Creamed Pie Of Maserati

The Creamed Pie Of Maserati

Huge-boobed and satisfied of it, ravishing SCORE apprentice Maserati is being interviewed for an office job by Mr. D. She’s dressed prim and proper, although u can watch her undergarment through her lace blouse. “I’ve been an administrative assistant for 5 years. I actually like my job. I’m very organized,” Maserati tells Mr. D. “I watch u worked at Cramer and Cramer,” Mr. D. notes, scanning Maserati‘s resume. “Let me just give ’em a call and use ’em as a reference.” Maserati interrupts him previous to this lady-killer makes the call. “Wait, let me explain a not many things. I truly climbed up the ladder in my first year there. Mr. Cramer and I got along. But Mrs. Cramer had an issue. This babe was jealous and always complaining to Mr. Cramer that I clothed inappropriately.” Mr. D. poo-poos her concern. “Let’s not worry about that. Let me call and see if your story pans out. Just bear with me one second.” In a not many seconds, “bear with me” will change to “bare with me.” Mr. D. makes the call. “Hi Phil, it’s Tony. I’ve this applicant and she’s jotted u down as a reference. Her name? Maserati.” “You lucky son of a gun,” Cramer replies. “That hotty is hawt! Did more for me then any other office assistant, if u know what I mean. Just make sure your wife’s not around. Oh, and Tony? One more thing. She makes a great jizz pie!” Tony hangs up and gives Maserati the hopeful news. “Well, do u think I’ve got the job?” Maserati asks, standing up to show him her astounding figure. This is a goddess who looks in nature’s garb with her hawt outfit on. “Even though my outfit’s a little bit revealing?” She leans over his desk, her biggest twin bulges aiming at his head. “Ah, well, there’s one thing I’d adore to discuss,” says Mr. D., ready to make his move. “Something about a cream pie?” “Guilty…I can train you all about my creampie,” explains Maserati. “But I’ll need your sex cream for the filling. Maybe I should flaunt you.” Maserati reaches into his fly and pulls his junk out of his pants. That babe lowers to her knees, loosens her hair and begins mouthing his rod. They move over to Mr. D.’s peculiar human resources interview couch so they can spread out. Maserati continues to hungrily and loudly slurp his shaft until it is time to get fucked. Mr. D. gives her a pounding, thoughts of a sex cream pie baking in their heads. Maserati is bonkers to feel his sex cream discharge deep into her snatch and bonkers to squeeze the man-sauce without her pussy-hole. It is one of the horniest sights Maserati can reveal a lad and it not at all fails to kindle her and her partners. Mr. D. will have many days of creampie for lunch in the future during the time that Maserati will enjoy job security. Everyone wins.

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